Mind what you do and say

Or some things will come and stay

You cling to paper, as if it makes you

But if it wasn't for flesh

what could money do

I've seen the hate it causes

So it's just new to you

Either it corrupts or destroys

Very green with a wicked smile

Like a landlord when the rents due

I see the meaning but the message is foul

Living is a pleasure to do

And instead for asking who

We would rather pretend to be dumbfounded like an owl

Dollar after dollar

Like a dog with a collar

The source we can't live with but yet we can't live without

Or can't we

Not realizing that clinging to material

Does not make one a god but a flea

So I make amends to my self

To never get tied to the notion of common wealth